So this is something I just kinda wrote. I know it is trash. But I was just kinda writing random things. So what do yall think? XD. I was bored. My Anxiety

My anxiety is taking over me.
So slowly it begins to control me.
Creepin and sneakin.
Grabbing me quick.
Getting me when I least expect it.

I scream at these demons.
Just let me go.
But they always say no.
They would rather hold me till I croak.
I am cryin so hard I am beginning to choke.

People look at me like it's a joke.
It is about time they awoke.
Look at me cryin.
I feel like I am dying.
Why won't they just let go?

They will think it is a joke.
Until I croak.
They will wonder what was wrong with me.
Until they find my note explaining my anxiety.
Maybe then they will see how bad it was actually was for me.